Qiankun Gourd

The two had not walked far when they were stopped by several monks.

"My two Taoist friends, hand over the Silver Sword, and I can guarantee your survival!"

The leader, an old man in a black robe, with his hands behind his back, blocked the way of Ye Feng and the other two with an expressionless face.

This old man in black robe has reached the middle stage of foundation building.

"Who are you? How dare you block our way in broad daylight?"

Ye Feng smiled slightly.

"Humph! All you have to do is hand over the Silver Sword. You don't need to know anything else!"

The old man laughed coldly.

"If my guess is correct, you are from the Zhou family!"

"Haha, so what if it is, so what if it isn't!"

"Old man, do you know who we are?"

Seeing the black-robed old man being so unreasonable, Du Qingqing stepped forward and glared at him.

"Okay, let's fight, let's fight!"

In the distance, a young man in brocade robe was looking over here with a gloating look on his face. This young man was none other than Master Zhuo Tzufan from the City Lord's Mansion.

"I don't care who you are. If you offend our young master, don't even think about leaving Zhuozhou City."

The old man in black robe looked very proud, as if their Zhou family was the king in Zhuozhou City.

"What if we don't hand it over?" Ye Feng said with his hands behind his back, smiling.

"If you don't hand it over, don't blame us for being rude!"

The old man in black robe waved his hand, and several Qi Refining cultivators rushed towards Ye Feng and the others.

"Master, let me take care of these minions!"

Du Qingqing swung the sword in his hand and rushed into the crowd.

Bang bang bang!

In a moment, they started fighting.

"Suffer to death!"

The old man in black robe snorted coldly, and three black flying knives in his hands shot out and attacked Ye Feng.

Ye Feng just waved his hand lightly, and three huge fireballs flew out, meeting the three flying black knives.

Three huge fireballs collided with the three flying knives. The three flying knives were no match for the three fireballs and were knocked away in the blink of an eye.

The old man in black robe was shocked when he saw this. He was only in the middle stage of foundation building. Seeing Ye Feng so powerful, he became afraid.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a golden sword appeared in his hand. His figure flashed and turned into several afterimages, and he slashed towards Ye Feng with the sword.

Ye Feng once again threw out a huge fireball from his hand and pounced on the old man in black robe.

The fireball was moving at an extremely fast speed and was in front of the old man in black robe before he could react.

"not good!"

The old man in black robe was surprised when he saw the fireball coming towards him. It was just an ordinary fireball spell, how could it be so fast?

He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The fireball hit him instantly and started burning.

"what...!"

The flames got out of control and soon enveloped the old man in black robe, who let out a scream.

Ye Feng had no intention of burning this man to death. With a wave of his hand, the flames on the old man in black robe disappeared.

Ah...! Ah...! Ah...!

Several screams were heard, and several Qi Refining disciples who besieged Du Qingqing soon died in her hands.

"It's really overestimating one's abilities!"

Du Qingqing put away his sword and walked towards Ye Feng.

"How can this young man be so powerful? Who is he? He actually defeated a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building so easily. Could he be a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building?"

Zhuo Zifan was hiding in the distance, and when he saw this scene, he thought secretly in his heart.

"Tell me, were you sent by the Zhou family?"

Ye Feng came up to the old man in black robe who had been burned beyond recognition and asked expressionlessly.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life, fellow Daoist, spare my life! I am the housekeeper of the Zhou family. Our young master has taken a fancy to the silver sword and asked me to ask you two for it. If you don't give it to me, I will kill you and take the flying sword away."

The old man in black robe said half dead.

"Oh, so that's how it is! Please take us to Zhou's house!"

"this...?"

The old man in black robe was shocked when he heard this, but he gritted his teeth and agreed, just to save his life first.

The black-robed old man stumbled and brought Ye Feng and the other man to the gate of Zhoujiabao.

In front of the gate of Zhoujiabao, two guards saw a guy who was burned beyond recognition and a man and a woman walking towards them, and hurriedly stopped them.

"Who are you? This is Zhoujiabao, you can't just come here whenever you want."

A tall and strong guard holding a long knife shouted in a stern voice.

"You bastard, I'm Butler Liu, don't you recognize me?"

Seeing the guard being so rude, the old man in black robe slapped him in the face.

The old man in black robe had been burned beyond recognition, so it was normal that the guard did not recognize him.

"Who the hell are you? You're neither human nor ghost, how dare you hit me!"

The guard swung his sword and slashed at the old man in black robe.

Du Qingqing swung his sword, and with a puff, the guard's arm fell off.

The guard screamed and lay on the ground wailing. The other guard was so scared that he ran into the mansion to report the news.

"Come on, I'll go in!"

Ye Feng said softly and walked towards Zhoujiabao.

The group of three came to a wide square in Zhoujiabao.

Afterwards, dozens of Qi Refining cultivators and three Foundation Establishment cultivators surrounded Ye Feng and the other two.

A wealthy middle-aged man walked out from the crowd. This wealthy middle-aged man also had cultivation and was a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.

"I am Zhou Henian, the head of the Zhou family. I don't know your name, fellow Taoist. Why did you come to my Zhou family to cause trouble and beat up my servants?"

The wealthy middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Feng expressionlessly.

"I am the head of the family. I am Liu Deyang!"

The black-robed ancestor shouted hurriedly when he saw the head of the Zhou family.

"Hmm? Are you Butler Liu?"

Although Zhou Henian did not recognize who this person was, he could tell who he was from his vague voice, but he did not recognize him.

"How is that possible? I sent our Butler Liu out to do some work. You are not Butler Liu at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gestured to a gray-robed man beside him. The gray-robed man swung the long sword in his hand, and a ray of sword light slashed towards Butler Liu.

Poof!

Aaah...!

Butler Liu screamed and died on the spot.

Ye Feng did not stop him. The man surnamed Liu had completed his mission, so his life or death was no longer important.

"Oh, murder!"

Ye Feng smiled gently.

"This person who pretended to be the housekeeper Liu of the Zhou Mansion deserves death!"

Zhou Henian said coldly.

"Humph, it doesn't matter whether he lives or dies, hand over Zhou Feiyang immediately!"

Ye Feng said lightly.

"Sir, you came to my Zhou Mansion and hurt people, and you also found someone to impersonate Butler Liu. What is your intention?"

"I don't want to waste time talking. Do you want to hand it over or not?"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, a huge fireball suddenly shot out from his hand and pounced on the gray-robed man who killed Butler Liu.

The big man in gray robe was stunned for a moment and wanted to swing his sword to block the fireball, but before he could do anything, the fireball hit his body and he turned into a fire man in a moment. He let out a wailing sound and was burned to ashes in a short while!

"ah...?"

When the people around saw this scene, they were so scared that they took several steps back.

A cultivator in the early stage of foundation building was killed instantly. It would be strange if they were not afraid.